Testo
The veils trails and trials
In hearts rites and dreams
And count your blessings
The night has no end
Let go, give in, succumb
Hail that emptiness
The things that you let in
Are things that might leave you dead
Don't speak, words are futile
And time will erase the rest
The night distilled with tears
Unfruitful loveless empty
Let go, give in, succumb
Share my emptiness
The things that you let in
Are things that might leave you dead
The burned out incense of a buried love
Empty halo
Rising above
You are the one, of that I'm sure
But shall the fear become the cure
The fear of letting go
That has buried me in this field of snow
